Land Sword Immortal: Eighty Years as the Guardian of the Sword Pavilion Chapter 327 – To achieve Divine Transformation, one must fir

Immortals, though referring to cultivators here, how many mortals in their lifeti can actually encounter one?

Cultivation, the deeper one delves into it, the more detached one becos from the mortal world.

Whether they admit it or not, the higher their cultivation realm, the more they believe they've transcended the ranks of mortals.

So even think of mortals as no different from pigs and dogs, not belonging to the sa category of beings.

Thus, we often hear stories of cultivators vanquishing demons and monsters, but rarely of them saving lives and healing the wounded.

"This... brave warrior, you've indeed co to the wrong place. We're just a mother and daughter, penniless, and you've seen the state of our ho—there's nothing of value left.

Moreover, I'm already on my deathbed, with only a few days left to live, so I'm not afraid of dying.

No matter your reason for coming, if you dare harm a single hair on my Yinyin's head, I'll fight you to the death, even if it ans dragging you down with !"

Though the woman was blind, she still stared at ng Fan with lifeless eyes filled with a desperate resolve and strength.

She couldn't see ng Fan, but she could judge his location by the sound of his voice, so she "looked" in his direction.

"If you leave now and stop bothering us, I'll pretend nothing happened. Otherwise, I'll start shouting. Our village may not have many people, but we're united. If you're here to scam us, I suggest you go elsewhere!" Seeing ng Fan not responding, the woman spoke again.

Her words were quite rude, treating ng Fan as a scamr.

But ng Fan didn't feel any anger.

It wasn't out of sympathy, just a simple sense of helplessness.

Undeniably and inevitably, he had a sense of superiority.

Just like on Earth, many in high positions wouldn't get angry at the curses of those at the bottom.

ng Fan didn't want to admit he had this mindset, but he couldn't deny it either.

Because he was a cultivator, and a fourth-level Condensation Pill Realm cultivator at that. This realm wasn't particularly high among cultivators, but among mortals, he was like an omnipotent immortal.

After hearing the woman's words, ng Fan's perspective was quite unique. He didn't care about her words or pay attention to them.

What he cared about was his own reaction. He suddenly felt a bit pathetic.

Not that the woman was pathetic, but he himself was!

He realized that, in a certain sense, he no longer considered himself human. He seed to truly see himself as a lofty "immortal."

That's why he was indifferent to the woman's accusations!

However, ng Fan didn't indulge in sentintal lancholy, because he knew this was inevitable. This was a mindset all cultivators would experience.

Shaking his head, ng Fan cast aside these emotions.

He adjusted his mood and said to the woman, "I'm not a scamr. Whether you believe it or not doesn't matter. Besides, as you said, there's nothing here worth scamming.

I ca here purely by coincidence. It's normal for you not to believe .

But I must say, you're quite lucky!"

ng Fan's divine sense had already scanned the woman's body.

Though he wasn't a doctor, his divine sense made him more effective than any doctor.

A divine sense scan was far superior to any CT or MRI in the future.

He clearly saw so foreign objects in the woman's body. He didn't know what to call them—perhaps lesions or sothing else—but it didn't matter.

They were in her eyes, lungs, and liver!

With a thought, ng Fan removed these lesions.

"I've treated you. Though you won't be completely normal, you should live a few more years."

With that, ng Fan flashed and disappeared from the house.

He didn't care about the woman's or the little girl's reactions.

The next second, ng Fan reappeared on the stone slab where he had been ditating to restore his True Essence.

To ng Fan's surprise, the old monk's voice suddenly echoed.

"Your mood seems a bit down. Why?"

ng Fan was silent for a mont, then sighed, "Because I realized sothing. Although I saved that woman, I didn't actually care about her life or death.

What's more important is that I suddenly realized I have a sense of disdain for mortals, feeling that I've transcended them, with a superior attitude.

I know this is inevitable for a cultivator, but I still feel uncomfortable. Maybe I'm just being sentintal!"

Hearing ng Fan's words, the old monk in the depths of his Sea of Consciousness was stunned, his face full of disbelief.

ng Fan's divine soul keenly noticed this.

"What's wrong? Why that expression?" ng Fan asked curiously.

The old monk was silent for a mont, then smiled wryly and said in amazent, "This kind of realization and thought is sothing cultivators experience at a certain realm.

But definitely not at your current realm!!!

You, kid, really are..."

The old monk thought for a mont but couldn't find a suitable adjective.

He wanted to say "monstrosity," but felt that even that word didn't do ng Fan justice.

ng Fan, hearing this, asked curiously, "What do you an? At what realm should one have such realizations and thoughts?"

The old monk pursed his lips and uttered two words.

"Divine Transformation!"

Divine Transformation?

ng Fan was stunned, a bit shocked!

Because the weight of those two words was too heavy.

Condensation Pill, Summoning God, Primordial Spirit, Divine Transformation...

The Divine Transformation Realm was still a long way off for him.

The old monk's sudden ntion of Divine Transformation left him bewildered.

"What do you an?" ng Fan quickly asked.

The old monk replied, "To achieve Divine Transformation, one must first transcend the mortal!

Your recent turmoil and chaotic thoughts are actually part of the process of transcending the mortal.

And you're only at the Condensation Pill Realm, encountering this mindset early. I don't know if it's good or bad!

But with your terrifying talent, it's definitely a good thing.

Perhaps when you reach the peak of the Primordial Spirit Realm, you won't need to transcend the mortal anymore and can directly step into the Divine Transformation Realm without any bottlenecks."

The old monk said a lot, but ng Fan didn't take it to heart.

Because the Divine Transformation Realm was too far away for him to expect anything. If he were at the Primordial Spirit Realm, or even the Summoning God Realm, he might have been excited by the old monk's words.

"Alright." ng Fan casually uttered two words.

Seeing ng Fan's lack of reaction, the old monk showed a trace of helplessness. This was truly not appreciating one's blessings.

Back then, he had spent countless efforts to transcend the mortal, often ending up battered and bruised, in extre misery.